Apart We're Still Writing...

Consummation of elation
childlike hearts like books conveying,
changing smiles and times and styles
from black to blue to graying.
Ever present longing
for acceptance from our masses,
time turns still from sands that spill
fell leaves and browning grasses.
Always promised one more dance
as hope to heart brings yearning
makes every mile seem all worth while
and keeps our pages turning.

Sinner Serenading

Sinner serenading
biding back on wasted time,
morning come my vows undone
defeated by design.
Complicated battle
foggy heart to fading eyes,
laughter gone did once condone
reflect and realize.
Daily dose to worth expose
the truth of weaker water,
walking sheep on hills so steep
slide back into the slaughter.
Is it day enough today
or to me come forever night,
a sinner serenading
contemplating wrong and right.